~ Edward's POV: ~
"Fans rave over One Direction's newest single 'Best Song Ever'. This new breed of fans, known as Directioners, are quite different than we've ever seen before. What's the story you may ask? Join us on Channel 4 to hear all about it." The interviewer scriptically speaks on the T.v.
"I don't like how they portrayed our fans, I don't like it one bit," Liam says walking out of the living room.
"I was on T.v.!" Niall cheers.
"Shut up," Louis snaps, leaning back in his chair.
Niall frowns in a silent pout as the front door bursts open.
"And where were you?" Harry stands in Marcel's path.
"Yeah, you never came home last night, what happened?" Zayn speaks up from his spot in one of the chairs, Darcy asleep in his lap.
"You're too young to know," Marcel says, leaving us all bursting out laughing. "Edward, I need to talk to you." He looks at me serious.
I drop my feet to the side of the couch and stand up, stretching my tired muscles. I follow him outside as Liam sits where I laid prior.
"What is it?" I lean up against a nearby wall, crossing my arms. He tucks his hands in his pockets nervously.
"I'm sure you can guess what Isabella and I did last night. Because of so her ex, Angelo, is out for my blood, pretty much." He looks up at me, "I need your help." Marcel asking for help is serious. He never asks for help. Especially not from me because all I can help him with is beating people or training him to beat people. He's not a fighter either. Isabella is really affecting him and I'm not sure if it's good or bad. But she's treating him really well, and she's really true to him. I can tell he really loves her so I decide after a long silence that I'll help him. I nod and he let's go of the breath he was holding.
"I got you're back little bro," I pat his shoulder. We follow each other back inside. Once inside we freeze in our tracks.
"HARRY STOP IT!" Isabella shouts and Niall giggles.
"Harry stop it!" Harry mimicks.
"Grr! You stop it right now!"
"Grr! You stop it right nowwww!"
"Youuu!" She smacks his arm.
Harry lunges at her and she stumbles onto Liam, who's sitting on the couch. Louis pins her and Harry tickles her.
"You got the D! You did the midnight tangoooo!" Louis sings.
"Shhh!" Zayn shushes trying to cover Darcy's ears. Niall giggles uncontrollably on the floor.
Isabella grabs a pillow and starts hitting them all over. The shouting and fighting continues.
Placing my fingers to my lips I whistle a deafening pitch to shut them all up.
"Oww! What the hell Edward? You woke up Darcy!" Zayn scowls.
"Darcy, take Jack and go to your rooms okay?" Marcel cooes. She jumps off Zayns lap and runs off. We wait until we hear their door click shut before I speak. I walk over, my large strides making me only need a few steps. I smack Harry and Louis upside the head, turn off the T.v. and look everyone in the eye.
"Marcel's going to fight." I announce.
The boys look around confused and Liam objects, "Marcel can't fight, and fighting's bad."
I ignore them and continue to explain, "Your assumptions of Isabella's and Marcel's extracurricular activities last night are accurate and Isabella's ex, Angelo, is after Marcel. Isabella?" I turn to her, "Tell us about this Angelo, will you?"
"Well, uh.. He's uh.. spoiled, always get's what he wants, and all my old friends aren't my friends anymore because they're afraid of him and obey him. He gets into many fights and he gets vicious too." She glances apologetically at Marcel.
"If he's you're ex, what's his problem with Marcel?" Louis questions.
"He wanted to take my innocence but I didn't want to give it to him. I just didn't think he deserved it and I guess since he found out me and Marcel...uh..." She blushes.
"You guess," Louis scoffs.
"My little brother- Angelo wouldn't... Kill anyone, right?" Harry asks nervously.
We all look at Isabella for answers but she looks around at each and everyone of us like she's searching for the answer.
"I don't know," She finally speaks. "He's seems pretty mad. Worse than I've seen before, and I've seen some pretty brutal stuff with even less anger." She looks down at her fidgeting hands.
"So I teach Marcel and if I need to interfere I will, simple as." I drop the subject and walk out of the room while they murmur about it. I rest my hands on the counter and close my eyes, feeling the cool marble under my fingertips and palms.
"Edward?" The small voice of Isabella softly addresses me. "Do you think Marcel should really fight? Couldn't we just, avoid Angelo? And if he comes around you can tell him to walk away or something?"
"Marcel's a lover not a fighter." I point out the obvious. "But no man with pride will hide. He will stand up for himself and for the ones he loves. Because of you he has something to fight for. Avoiding people is cowardly and if Angelo is who you say he is he's not just going to 'walk away'." I say bluntly.
"But it's because of me he's in this fight in the first place-"
"But it's also because of you he will win this fight," I cut her off. "Marcel wouldn't have it any other way. He wins a fight and all the while whether he wins or loses he's got the girl of his dreams to stand by his side. To him it'll be all worth while. There aren't many girls like you in this world and I will do anything in my power to make sure he gets to enjoy your company. He shouldn't have to be alone in this. And we're not going to let that happen. He loves you Isabella." I continue to stare in her eyes, searching for some sort of understanding.
"I know," She shuffles and looks down.
"What do you not love him?" I can already feel the shock stun me into disbelief.
"No, no! I do love him, I do!" She looks up at me, "I just don't want to lose him. He may not lose me but I could always lose him. Then what would be the point of this?"
"I know." I say. I've thought about this thoroughly. People underestimate me, think I don't know things, don't understand things. I do. Probably more than anyone.
